Chapter 22: Pack Gathering
(Aspen's POV)
As Ethan and I stepped into the quiet warmth of the pack house, I could feel his tension radiating through our strengthening bond. He reached out to steady the door behind us, his movements rushed, almost clumsy—a stark contrast to his usual confidence. The moonlight outside was retreating, casting the great hall into shades of shadow and silver, but his guilt illuminated every corner between us.
"I'm sorry..." His voice was hushed, a guilty tremor woven into his words.
I turned to look at him fully, tilting my head in question, giving him that soft, understanding expression I had perfected.
"For what?" I asked gently, though I already knew what weighed on him.
Ethan ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, letting out a shaky bre
